When you tore through my clothes
And took my body in you,
That wasn’t the time love came –
For me, love-making wasn’t new.
Love snuck in with stories
And acceptance and giving;
Grew with knowledge and hope;
And fights, that bring forgiving.
I can live through it all,
Love does not alter for me,
Though it brightens the world,
Or can shatter this galaxy.
If I see you again,
It will flare up, it isn’t proud,
It doesn’t die or unlearn,
For all who love me warn loud.
So I’ll entreat the sky,
And write it all down in verse,
I’ll beg time to be kind –
Maybe make karma reverse.

